Daily life of the crown princess

Chapter 568 Disappeared

Why doesn't he know, but if this person goes, let's not talk about whether he can completely get rid of these evils by cooperating with the inside and the outside as he thought.

If he loses his wife and loses his army, wouldn't it make the situation even worse.

"Why are they like this?" Jing Mo asked puzzledly, "Give up your life and pretend to be Jing's people in the court, because of the loyalty in your blood?"

He was very curious, if Rong's blood really had such loyalty, no one would help him when his country was ruined and his family was destroyed.

"Eternal life, she said she could bring it."

Xie Rongci supported the window sill with both hands, and the cold breath radiated from his body.

He opened his mouth lightly, and the two words seemed to be quenched by ice.

False words, but ridiculous truth.

Until now, Xie Rongci still can't believe it, what they want to pursue is eternal life.

He walked to the table, took away the jade pendant with the word "Jing", and wiped it with his hand, the word "Jing" disappeared instantly, and the jade powder fluttered into the air.

"Lou Yan will deliver the news for me." He squeezed the jade pendant tightly, and held it vaguely for a while, "Rong's treasure, if I remember correctly, there should be a golden bow around it."

He could only see this, a golden bow surrounded by mist, but still dim.

Golden bow, Xishan.

So below is where the rare treasures are hidden?
"Are you sure?" Jing Mo asked.

It seems that apart from this, there is no other better way to catch all these people in one go.

"I'm sure... Tomorrow I will leave with Sang Jirong, and replace wine with tea." The tea entered, and then stopped, "From now on, I will be the remnant of the Rong family, both externally and internally."

Only when everyone around him is deceived can he make Sang Jirong completely believe in him.

Jing Mo watched the person leave, frowned, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He knows that such an approach is the most sensible at present.

The inside should be combined with the outside.

Do the courtiers in the court think the same way?
It's just that these people don't hold high official positions in the court, and they hardly speak on weekdays. How can they cooperate with each other like this?

……

In a courtyard in the middle of the capital, a man dressed in a light blue robe, with picturesque features, was leaning against a tree, very drunk.

The wine soaked the entire front of his clothes, and he was in a state of embarrassment but also had a kind of dejected beauty.

He looked around in confusion, touched the ground with his hands, then frowned tightly, and opened his eyes wide to look with all his strength.

Nothing.

What he put there earlier.

Disappeared.

The man was about to get up and look for it, but suddenly staggered and fell to the ground halfway. The drunk suddenly hit him, his eyes were closed tightly, and his consciousness gradually dissipated.

There were servants passing by, he hesitated for a moment, then walked away pretending not to see it.

The wind blew, and a few leaves fell on his blue robe.

"Where is the young master?" the old man's voice sounded.

The stopped boy faltered but didn't speak, his eyes wandering.

The old man was not embarrassed, and he let out a heavy sigh after the person left.

When he arrived at a familiar place, he saw a sleeping man under a tree. There were dozens of wine jars around him, and he drank too much. The air was filled with the strong aroma of wine.

With a cold face, the old man walked up to him, finally lifted half of the jar of unfinished wine, and poured it on the man.

Then he threw the wine jar to the ground.

With a crisp sound, the man finally became a little sober.

He put his hand on his forehead and looked at the old man helplessly, "Father."

(End of this chapter)